How the Bloody Hell does that man get by each day without his shirts turning out every frickin' colour under the sun! The stupid washing machine don't even work properly! I put it on the right wash and had the right stuff in it and it still manages to make the colour run all over the damn place. Now I have to go out and buy new clothes!

The girls were great though through Breakfast giving me their support on the washing machine incident. I found out some interesting things though while Dave went to go get some things sorted out in town. Not only did I find out more about Dave's career as a wwe wrestler, I also found out about their mother, Angie. She is only a small woman. 5"7 at the most and I thought I was small at 5"10! She had brown eyes and curly long brown hair. Pretty much like Ashley. Just with wrinkles, as Kate put it nicely. I couldn't help but laugh though as she said it. It was her mother, but she did leave them on their own. I also found out that when Dave wasn't around she would scream and hit them for the littlest of things. One time Lucy spilt drink on her new dress and Angie yelled at her because she had spent $40 on it. Then she hit her just because Lucy had started crying. Since Dave had gone off to work with the wwe, Angie had started drinking alcohol and sometimes taking drugs. She left the girls to fend for themselves and often throw them onto the streets while she spent time with the man that was suppose to make her so happy.

Andy Marshall is only 8 years younger than her and is a very successful business man. Well was, obviously not anymore because otherwise she wouldn't had slept with him while Dave wasn't there. I wonder what will happen now that Andy's broke. I can't help but snicker every time I think about that. She deserved what she got though. Dave even had to beg her to have his children when she found out she was pregnant with Ashley, he also had to do the same when Kate was due. Lucy was a different matter though. She always saw that she was different than Dave, Angie and her sisters. She had ginger hair that had a few hints of blond in it. A bit like me when I was her age. Dave treats her like the other two, but something just seems odd between them. Lucy doesn't show it, but Dave does. I can see it in his eyes. Lucy isn't his child.
Was Angie a prostitute? Was she raped? Or did she just do it with someone as a one night stand and it went wrong? Whatever it was it was definitely kept from the kids which is sometimes the most important thing. It's hard to make a decision like that. You don't know what they will think of you when the truth is revealed.

After we had finished breakfast, the girls decided to go out to their friends house a few blocks away and I decided to go and pull a few strings for the new house. He said he would like it in the Washington D.C area, but if not, he didn't really care. So, it was quite simple really. Find a house anywhere in the USA that fitted the price range and fitted his lifestyle.
I found a number of cute little houses in the Beverley Hills area, and also in Florida and in Texas, but they weren't really his style. This house he was already in fitted him like his Armani suits. Tailored specially for him. He would need to build his own house to get especially what he wanted. But how much would that cost him? This house would sell for over 3 million easily. It was that type of property. I could arrange everything for him, I've done it before no problem. I just wouldn't be taking a look at the interior as much. Dave, Ashley, Kate and Lucy could decide on that.

I heard a car pull up outside and I know it sounds strange but it didn't sound right. And I was right. It wasn't. This was a black Range Rover sport and was being driven at over 30mph down the drive. Once it came to a stop, and the driver got out I knew exactly who it was. Angie had come back. And I was alone in the house. What should I do?

I walked down the stairs to the front door where Angie stood outside banging on it like a psycho. That woman had no patience whatsoever, and just for that reason, when I opened that door, I was ready to rip her head off and teach her how to 'bend it like Beckham'.

'Have you finished bringing down the door!?' I asked annoyed at her when I finally opened the door to Angie who was wearing a top that was split down the front to her hip bone. Obviously expecting a ex-husband to open the door.

'Who in the hell are you!?' She screeched at me with a huge glare before examining me up and down with her eyes.

'Are you gay?' I asked her. The glare I got was enough to burn me to ash in 5 seconds.

'What!? No!?' She replied quickly and rather shocked that I would even ask such a thing to her.

'Then stop looking at me like you are doing.' I replied rather smugly.

'Whatever I don't have time for this.' She said as she pushed past me and did anything but run through the rooms shouting for Dave.

'What are you doing' I asked running after her. 'Dave isn't here.'

She didn't bother listening to me and somehow we ended up in Dave's room. I almost knocked right into her when she stopped abruptly in front of me. As she turned around she did something that truly terrified the hell out of me. She was practically going red, and fast. Her eyes were fixed on me with a huge amount of hatred directed at me, and she was tensing up. What was wrong with her? I looked past her to what was in font of here and knew what she was thinking.
Lay there on the bed was a pink bra and panties set with black detail around the edges and has red pom-poms attached to ribbon on the edge of the panties. They were most certainly cute, but they weren't mine. Oh My God!
Angie wasted little time as she threw herself at me tackling me to the ground. She punched me in the face repeatedly before dragging me by the hair into the bathroom. By this time I had blood running from my nose and lip. I pushed her away from me, and she doubled over from being hit in the stomach off the sink. I saw my opening and went running out of the bathroom and headed for the stairs, Angie was right behind me. She grabbed me by the hair and ripped it backwards, pulling hair from my roots. She pulled my head backwards by the hair and started licking and biting my neck viciously and slipping her hand under my shirt and up my stomach, digging her nails in and dragging them across my skin. The skin on my neck and stomach was scratched and bleeding and being held in an almost matrix position was affecting my breathing, but then it suddenly came to me. The more that her nails and bites hurt me, the more I sucked in a breath forcing her to pull back even more till I couldn't breath. I started struggling against her and eventually after smacking her in the nose, I got free.
Though my victory was short lived as I was pushed from the top of the stairs, to the bottom. I lay on the marble floor on my stomach with blood trickling from my head, mouth and lip. I could hear her faint, slow footsteps coming down the stairs before stopping and leaning down beside me.

'Poor little bitch' she snarled before walking out the door, getting back in the car and driving away.
'Psychotic lesbian' I thought.
I couldn't move. The pain was unbearable and I didn't know how much longer I could take it. I just lay there. Hoping that Dave would come back before the girls did. One reason is because they would freak, and the other was that I needed him. I needed his comfort. I was loosing the battle of staying conscious and I was loosing fast.
I must of lay there for 20 minutes before another car pulled up outside. By this time I was almost out of it completely. Hell I was surprised I even made it this far!
The sound of whistling came from outside as the footsteps got closer. Finally the door opened.

'I'm home!' shouted Dave as he closed the door behind him. When no one answered he walked past me and into the kitchen. Is the guy delusional? Then again there is a table half blocking his view from where I lay. The only way to let him know I was here, was to make some sort of noise. My only problem was, I couldn't move and my mouth was full of that much blood I don't know whether I could even talk. I was numb all over but the pain was still felt. I made a noise from my chest that sounded more like a croaking and after a few tries started making them louder. It was sapping all of my energy so I had to work fast or I would never be found. Dave stopped moving around in the kitchen. Did he hear me? I continued the groaning sound and tried making other noises as well. Somehow I managed to say his name, and continued to say it.
'Hello?!' He shouted. 'Hello is there anyone there?' He said walking out of the kitchen and into the living room and checking in the other rooms. This guy is starting to piss me off now real quick. I am practically dying here, my vision is going blurry and I cant move. He cursed and started walking back into the hallway to the stairs slowing down as he did so. Did he spot me? I couldn't see I was facing away from him.

'Oh my god.' he mumbled as he knelt down at my side, slowly turning me over, as not to hurt me. Too late for that but it's the thought that counts right. I finally got to see his face, although it was all blurred. I could feel him pushing the blood streaked hair out of the way. He took off his shirt and tried removing some of the blood off of my face. Being now lay on my back blood was collecting in my mouth. I was almost choking on it and the pain was becoming more painful as the numbness disappeared. He tried moving me to let it out of my mouth, but every time he did I scrunched my eyes and made a scream like noise. There had to be another way to do it. As tears rolled down my cheeks Dave wiped them away while thinking about something. He then hovered over me and placed his lips to mine, then attempting to open them. I wasn't having any of it.

'Sweetie open your mouth I'm gonna try get some of this blood out okay.' He mumbled against my lips. I did as I was told and opened my lips to allow him to help me. He placed his tong in my mouth trying to collect blood in it before moving away and spitting blood off to the side. We spent 5 minutes doing that and I was now fully relaxed against him. The only thing was I was trying not to kiss him, and I know I wasn't the only one who was trying not to take this further. Judging by something hard pressed against the outside of my thigh, he was enjoying this just as much as i was.

To be honest, I wasn't about to complain. This guy was hot. And being almost the oldest virgin on the face of the earth it was hard not to become the least bit hot at what was happening. The cologne, eyes, style and size didn't help my want for him go down at all. In fact it increases about 60 every time I see him. But with what he's doing now for me, heightens my feelings for him possibly more than before.

The blood flow from my mouth had completely stopped by now and Dave had no intention of stopping. His tong was still inside my mouth and he was going a lot slower and calmer. I think he must of realised what he was doing because he pulled away and went to find painkillers for me.

Once he had returned and gave me the pills, he was able to pick me up and take me up into the bathroom without causing me too much pain. He stripped us both down to our underwear before stepping into the shower with me and rinsing my blood soaked hair. Not a word was spoken during this and for that I was grateful.

20 minutes later I was considered clean and he dried me off before heading to the phone to call the maid who lived down the road. She came over and helped me take off my underwear and change into a pair of boxer shorts and a tank top before helping me get into bed. Normally i would have been embarrassed and put up a fight, but i was too weak to care. Dave came back into the room after the maid had gone and sat beside me and held my hand, running his thumb repeatedly over my knuckles.

'Lencia, who did this?' He asked slowly, looking at me in the eye with sadness.

I found it hard to speak but eventually said the name that he now hated with a passion. Angie.